Tony Richardson’s epic was a razor-sharp skewering of Britishness that gave me a thrilling first taste of big-screen traumaRead all the other My favourite film choicesThe best arts and entertainment during self-isolationNineteen sixty-eight was a banner year in cinema. 2001: A Space Odyssey, Rosemary’s Baby, If..., Night of the Living Dead. I didn’t see any of these. But while my classmates were wearing their hair like Olivia Hussey in Romeo and Juliet, or trilling earworms from Oliver! during lunch break, my young imagination was gripped by the vision of a cartoon
Russian bear roughing up a hapless
Turkey as ominous
music rumbled on the soundtrack.
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